Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 56 Badger House Black Defense: Combat Skills Win!

"Qiro, maybe you can change the teaching method, they are still young."

Flitwick looked at the dining table in the Lion Court not far away, and said worriedly.

Voldemort looked up and saw a group of lion cubs with bruised noses and swollen faces, but most of them were fine, excited and discussing excitedly.

The most excited one was Neville Longbottom. He had won many victories, and not only Hermione, but Harry Potter was beaten up by him.

Encouraged by Voldemort, this shy little fat man burst out with superhuman combat power.

As for Hermione...

Her hair was even more messy, not to mention bruises and redness on her face, and there were tears hanging down her face, and she glanced at Voldemort from time to time, full of grievances.

"I just let them experience it. This kind of thing doesn't happen often, Dean."

It seemed to be explaining to Flitwick, but Voldemort was actually talking to Professor McGonagall who was not far away. This old woman had already looked at him several times with unkind eyes.

"It doesn't happen often?"

Flitwick, who has elf blood, widened his eyes and looked at Voldemort in disbelief, "You mean this kind of thing will happen again?"

Voldemort nodded helplessly, and explained before Flitwick and McGonagall got angry: "Mr. Gryffindor has a wand in one hand and a long sword in the other. This is the tradition of the Lion House, isn't it?"

This statement made the two professors stunned. They wanted to refute, but obviously they couldn't find a reason.

"Times have changed, Quirrell."

Professor McGonagall found a reason and said, "Nowadays few people fight with long swords anymore, I think it's completely unnecessary..."

"Hogwarts can't handle guns."

Voldemort interrupted her, his words were full of helplessness, "Otherwise I would have taught them how to use a pistol, which is a better way to fight."

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and he blinked for a long time without saying a word.

Of course she knew about pistols, and even about cannons, airplanes, and missiles. World War II was a terrible memory, and the wizarding world could not escape this war.

But, what is Professor Quirrell doing?
"Is it because you taught Muggle Studies?"

Dumbledore appeared in due course, obviously concerned about the children's studies, "So, you want the children to understand how Muggles fight?"

"Do not."

Voldemort shook his head resolutely, and said, "I just want them to learn to fight. This is the meaning of the Dark Arts course."

"Have the courage to make a move?"

There was thought in Dumbledore's eyes, and Voldemort nodded without arguing for his ideas.

"Good idea, I remembered the ideas you talked about in the interview, it seems that you are going to use them in teaching."

Voldemort nodded and said, "Yes, children must learn to fight so that they can protect themselves."

Dumbledore nodded again, and gave Quirrell a deep look - there was no hostility, but a hint of approval in it.

Voldemort once felt that the headmaster might think that he was preparing for the future battle. Of course, he was standing on the side of the Order of the Phoenix and contributing to the Order of the Phoenix.

But of course he didn't want to fight the Order of the Phoenix, and he never thought of going to war with the Order of the Phoenix - the wizarding world with a total of thousands of people, but also internal strife?

But any ruler with a semblance of reason would not allow such a stupid thing to happen—the brainless self in the book would be concerned about the wizard's life, let alone him.

"Then go ahead and let's see what the end result will be."

Dumbledore expressed his support, which made Professor McGonagall a little dissatisfied, but the headmaster has enough power and power to suppress the voice of opposition.

"You still have to be more cautious."

After Dumbledore left, Professor Flitwick whispered to him, "Don't really hurt the children, and don't make them too aggressive."

Voldemort nodded to accept his suggestion, but didn't think so.

……

The first class in the afternoon belonged to the young badgers. They had seven groups, but the result was still annihilated.

"You're doing better than Gryffindor."

Voldemort's words, which made the badger cubs cheer, forced him to explain why, lest the children should get lost in their pride.

"That's because of your dean, these magical plants are mostly created by her, and you obviously know more about these magical plants."

The enthusiasm of the Badger Yard did not diminish because of this, they were very contented, as always.

"Okay, let's get down to business and talk about your fighting style."

Finally, when they talked about what they were most interested in, all the young badgers sat upright on the ground, waiting for Voldemort's narration.

At noon, they were full of speculation about their own academy's fighting style, but "daring to fight" was obviously not suitable for them.

This made them full of expectations and curiosity about the "exclusive" badger yard.

"Fighting is skillful."

Voldemort raised his wand and cast a few stagnant spells in the air, "This is my way, and I think some of you have seen its power."

"Yes, professor, it's great." Justin Fenriely said excitedly, he was obviously impressed by that battle.

Voldemort smiled at the curly-haired student—Jasyan was one of the few children he wanted to woo, because he almost went to Eton.

For this kind of person who has status and status in the Muggle world and is smart enough, he will try his best to win him over. This is related to his future layout.

"This is the unique attribute of my magic, and Professor Snape's magic attribute is sharper, which is not difficult to see from the strength of his magic power."

Voldemort said, waving his hand to disperse the floating magic around him.

"What you have to do is to find your own magical characteristics, so as to exert the greatest power, and before that..."

Voldemort waved his hand again, cast magic in front of him, and said their names, "Armor protection, obstacles, disarming you..."

The three spells floated in front of him, and the stillness made the young badgers envious.

"Can anyone tell me the properties of these three spells?" Voldemort asked them.

The young badgers looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one could give an answer—this was indeed a little ahead of them.

Voldemort looked at his junior and teaching assistant, Robert Hilliard prefect.

"They belong to defense, control, and offense, isn't that true, professor?" Robert asked uncertainly.

"Completely correct."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he looked at the badgers again, "There are many protective spells. You may not necessarily choose the Iron Armor Curse. The same is true for control and attack, but you have to make a choice."

The badger cubs nodded, but they still didn't quite understand what the professor meant.

"After making a choice, strengthen training and form a habit, such as attacking first, then defending, and finally controlling, or defending first, then controlling, and finally attacking."

Voldemort kept changing the order of the three spells in the air, and finally stopped and said, "After forming a routine, practice infinitely until this chained combat technique is engraved into the bones."

The clever little badger already understood what Voldemort meant.

"Don't compare yourself with the Lion Academy for bravery, don't compare with the Eagle Academy for wisdom, don't compare with the Snake Academy for fierceness, grow up without fear of hardships, become strong through continuous practice, and win with combat skills. This is the strategy I designed for you. "

After Voldemort finished speaking, he bowed slightly to Robert, and after getting a response, he threw three spells in an instant - removing weapons, obstacles, and armor protection.

Robert barely reacted when his wand was knocked off, and when he tried to retrieve it, the Impeding Charm held him.

At the same time, Voldemort protected himself well, even if Robert used a silent spell + no wand to cast a spell, he was not afraid.

"War skills win, great professor, I think this is even more handsome than being brave to shoot." Justin Fenlieri roared excitedly.

The other students also nodded, and asked Voldemort whether any of the three categories of spells were suitable for them.

Naturally, Voldemort would not hide his secrets, and provided them with various choices in detail, and explained the meaning of different combinations.

There was no duel, no gang fights, Hagrid and Robert, who had retrieved his wand, exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief.

They got the same hint from different professors—stop Professor Quirrell and stop letting the children fight each other.

They did, but it didn't seem to matter to them.

After the class of the young badgers, there were two classes for senior students. Voldemort still took them into the training ground, and then taught them exclusive tactics.

It's just that Voldemort doesn't have too high requirements for these senior students - they are mature enough, they just need to be instructed, and there is no need for them to fight in groups like the lower grades.

The evening class was over, and Voldemort had also finished his week of classes. On the following weekends, he was freed from the heavy teaching tasks, and he could go to relax.

(End of this chapter)